Fortune changes every day

The long dress she fell in love with at first sight while watching the fashion show online was finally on her feet. The soft apricot tone combined with the outer organza created an elegant feel. Wen Dai lifted the hem of the dress and swayed it. She numbly looked down at the sneakers on her feet that clashed with the style of the dress—only remembering the consequences of buying the dress.

Her bag, already full of luggage, was stuffed full again. She stood there, clutching the bag, her mind still racing with conflicting thoughts. Should she change back into her usual clothes, have a simple lunch with Chen Sizhe, and then catch her flight back to Lizhou? That would mean she'd wasted her 100,000 yuan, and once back in Lizhou, she probably wouldn't feel like wearing her new dress anymore.

She tightened her grip on the bag's shoulder strap after letting go, not wanting to waste the rest of her time agonizing over it.

Having made up her mind, Wen Dai grabbed her bag, turned around, walked to the door, pulled out her room key with her other hand, and resolutely went out. At worst, she could just buy her shoes now; there were still a few hours before her flight, enough time for her to stroll around.

I really suspect that fate has set up a timed action for her and Chen Sizhe at the same time.

She had just closed the door when the tightly closed door next door opened, and she and the person who came out stared at each other wide-eyed.

Chen Sizhe released the doorknob, and the door slammed shut. He frowned slightly, tilted his head back a little, and looked down at Wen Dai, his lips hesitantly moving: "You—have really unique taste."

A bulging backpack, almost like a ball, was slung over one shoulder; the fabric of her elegant dress seemed to be pulled taut by gravity at the shoulder; and beneath the flowing skirt were a pair of casual sneakers. The outfit was strikingly disjointed, yet paired with Wen Dai's flawless features, it somehow evoked a strange and unsettling aura.

It's a very natural beauty, but the effect would be greatly diminished if you changed the face. So Chen Sizhe's words just now were not meant to be sarcastic.

It's a bit like the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf." Wen Dai snorted coldly, labeling his words as sarcastic, silently hiding her discomfort at being scrutinized like that, and firmly raised her chin, "Of course I'm unique, you don't understand, do you, you bumpkin?"

His lips twitched twice, and the light in Chen Sizhe's fox-like eyes dimmed again, as if he wanted to put his face in the freezer and then take it out. He really hadn't bothered talking to her.

The man responded with a sneer, seemingly too lazy to argue with Wen Dai. He turned around with his luggage on his back, glancing at her sideways with the corner of his eye, "Let's go once you're packed. Let's check out first."

Dissatisfied with his self-righteous plan, Wen Dai's eyes widened. She grabbed her bag strap and ran a few steps to his side. "What? Can you please stop making decisions on your own? Please, I'm your partner, not your pet. I don't have to follow your orders just because you give them to me, understand? I do need to check out, but my route is different from yours."

Their steps moved in unison, oblivious to the presence of outsiders inside the elevator; their silence was brief, for neither of them looked at the other.

After checking out, Chen Sizhe glanced at the woman striding forward; she resembled the dress she was wearing.

Even without wind, she remains serene; she will rise with her own wind.

As a responsible partner, he would try his best to travel with her; mentally explaining his actions to keep up with her, Chen Sizhe took a few steps forward and naturally asked her, "Where are you going?"

Subconsciously, Wen Dai almost blurted out the truth. She glanced at the person next to her and said, "...It's none of your business where I'm going." She felt that it would be embarrassing to say that she was going to buy shoes, especially since she had just called him a country bumpkin.

But Chen Sizhe seemed to have become a piece of chewing gum.

Efficient Wen Dai called a ride-hailing service online. She stood under the fortress with her arms crossed and waited. Chen Sizhe, who had followed her, stopped with his hands in his pockets.

"Is there something you need?" Wen Dai tilted her head slightly and glanced at him, leaning her body to the other side, standing next to Chen Sizhe like an upside-down "er" character without its tail.

The man's thick skin repeatedly challenged Dai's perception of him. His tone was rather reluctant, as if it were a favor: "I'll go with you. It would cost money to cancel the plane ticket, and I don't want to be disappointed at the airport waiting for you, so I've decided to go with you."

Wen Dai scoffed at her mockery, then looked away, her mind racing as she seized the opportunity to retaliate: "So many reasons, but isn't it all just to follow me? You wouldn't happen to have some ulterior motive towards me, would you, Chen Sizhe?" She crossed her arms and shrank her shoulders.

This time, it was Chen Sizhe who sneered. He swept his tongue across his back teeth, tilted his head, and glared at her with an expression of being amused by her anger.

Just then, a Ragdoll cat, head held high and gaiting with a cat-like gait, was being led across the street by its owner. He glanced at the pampered-looking Ragdoll, raised his chin, and said sarcastically, "See that cat? Even if I have inappropriate thoughts about it, I wouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts about you."

The kitten jumped onto the zebra crossing. Wen Dai raised one eyebrow and her gaze swept over the Ragdoll cat that had glanced at her before slowly passing over the owner on the leash. Suddenly, she said, "You want to steal someone's cat? That's not a good idea. You can't just snatch someone's furry friend. I'm telling you, you're a lawyer."

As expected, the loud noise attracted the attention of the cat owner, whose gaze fell on Chen Sizhe. Under that gaze full of deep doubt, even he, who was usually so composed, could not bear it, and his composure crumbled.

Fortunately, the ride-hailing car that Wen Dai had called arrived just in time. The moment she climbed into the back seat, Chen Sizhe abandoned his composed demeanor, hurriedly pulled open the car door, and sat down comfortably next to Wen Dai.

Rarely seeing him get the short end of the stick, Wen Dai leaned against the car window and chuckled, her whole body shaking with laughter. Towards the end, her laughter became a whisper; it wasn't until the driver asked for the last two digits of the license plate that she managed to turn her laughter into numbers.

With a sour face, Chen Sizhe glanced at her sideways, his tone as straight as a taut string: "Are you feeling smug?"

After a few breaths, Wen Dai, clutching her lower abdomen, stopped and leaned between the car door and the seat. Her peach blossom eyes, which were wet with laughter, turned to meet his gaze. She nodded honestly and said, "Of course I'm proud. I love seeing you get beaten up by me. It makes me feel good."

He raised his chin dismissively: "Ha, childish."

She raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Ha, is this some kind of psychological victory?"

However, Wen Dai's advantage didn't last long. In terms of the cyclical nature of fortune, God is sometimes fair.

When the ride-hailing car stopped at the mall entrance, Chen Sizhe, who had gotten out first, frowned. He glanced at Wen Dai, turned his face towards the mall twice, and gestured, "Didn't you say that shopping at the mall doesn't count as shopping? Why are you here again?"

"Never mind that, I have my own ideas." Wen Dai jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her, avoiding eye contact with him for a single moment. Actually, she felt guilty.

Wen Dai strode ahead, bag slung over her shoulder, goosebumps already forming beneath her skin. She certainly didn't want Chen Sizhe accompanying her to buy high heels… for her, this was a matter of considerable privacy.

Her behavior gradually degenerated into self-deception; she thought that if she didn't look back, she wouldn't feel embarrassed, and if she walked quickly, she could get rid of the clingy person.

But as she walked into the luxury brand store, the voice coming from behind her finally made her feel uncomfortable: "Oh—so you're here to buy shoes. You yourself think it's weird to wear a long skirt with canvas sneakers, right? And you called me a country bumpkin, tsk, I really don't know who's playing the mental victory game."

—I don't know him, he's not talking to me.

Wen Dai took a deep breath to calm herself down. She walked into the store, not having the leisure to choose, and casually pointed to a pair of versatile nude red pointed-toe stilettos. She hurriedly tried on the size she had picked out and that was it. Chen Sizhe, who was leisurely following beside her, was selectively ignored by her. The canvas shoes she had just worn were put into a shoebox.

She squeezed the shoebox into her backpack and was about to sling the bag over her shoulder again when a hand reached out and stopped her.

Chen Sizhe was filled with regret as he watched the store staff stare at him. He must have been out of his mind to follow her in. "...I'll help you carry it." The backpack strap fell into his palm, and when he actually pulled the bulging bag into his hand, he realized just how heavy it was.

He frowned and, ruining his image, slung her bag over his shoulder. Fortunately, Wen Dai's bag could be worn crossbody, preventing him from being sandwiched between the backpacks and turning into a human hamburger. However, his current appearance was no better than that of a hamburger.

As they walked out of the luxury store, Wen Dai stared at him strangely. "Why are you suddenly being so kind?"

"I've always meant well." Chen Sizhe, burdened alone, avoided the real issue, and Wen Dai naturally didn't believe him.

The two walked briskly towards the door, where a passerby answered her question—

Several young college-aged girls walked hand in hand toward them. Wen Dai overheard one of the girls whispering, "Wow, look how well this couple matches! And the guy seems so hardworking, carrying his bag on his back. It's such a contrast with his face..."

The overlooked details came to light, and Wen Daisi, recalling the ambiguous glances from the other shop assistants in the store, suddenly realized the truth.

She walked out of the mall with Chen Sizhe, her tone laced with undisguised schadenfreude: "You insisted on coming with me. Did they think you were some kind of freeloader in the store? Oh dear, you've finally met your match."

Carrying two bags, Chen Sizhe, who had become a walking backpack rack, pursed his lips and remained silent with a tense face.

Wen Dai didn't seem to care about being mistaken for a couple; she was more interested in seeing Chen Sizhe's frustrated expression. Holding her phone, she called another ride-hailing service, casually tossing out a sarcastic remark: "Trying to save face only to suffer for it~"

We then took a bus to a famous scenic spot in Hengshi. The top of the long street, which has small gardens, was covered with lanterns, probably imitating other scenic spots. Fortunately, this was only the case on one of the streets; otherwise, the ancient charm of Hengshi's Jiangnan water town would have turned into a mass-produced vulgarity.

As Chen Sizhe stepped out of the car, a hand suddenly reached out in front of him, his shoulders feeling as if they were weighed down by two mountains. The hand was fair and slender, with the blue-purple veins on the wrist clearly visible through the cuff.

He turned his gaze, and the beautiful woman raised her eyebrows at him, tilting her narrow chin upwards. This gave her a carefree air that contrasted with her elegant attire, yet it didn't feel out of place.

"Alright, I know my bag. It's heavy, so let me carry it. Don't worry, I'm a very cooperative person, and I won't let my partner be a tool."

Her clear pupils held the light of the sky, appearing like ripples on clear water in Peach Blossom's eyes.

Chen Sizhe looked away, adjusted the shoulder strap of his crossbody bag, and said calmly, "You're wearing a skirt and high heels, so carrying a bag is inconvenient and looks strange. I'd feel embarrassed walking next to you; besides, it would damage my reputation if people misunderstood me, so I'll carry it. I'll thank you if you can finish shopping as soon as possible."

Wen Dai clicked her tongue. How could anyone exude such a subtle sense of snobbery?

She didn't force it, since she wasn't the one who would be exhausted anyway.

Although the long street on a rest day is not as crowded as it is on holidays, it is still very crowded when you go to the food street, because the road is narrow.

It was already past midnight. Wen Dai glanced at the man beside her carrying two backpacks. Without looking any further, she spotted a store with good customer traffic and grabbed Chen Sizhe's arm. Without taking in Chen Sizhe's surprised expression, she pulled him into the store.

I regretted it when I saw the menu.

It's an ordinary stir-fry shop, but the prices aren't ordinary.

"Let's eat first. We'll walk around a bit more later and then take a taxi to the airport. See what you want to eat." Luckily, a table of guests left just in time, and Wen Daigeng continued pulling Chen Sizhe by the collar, leading him over to save a seat.

Actually, she wasn't very lucky. The previous table of customers had already been ripped off. It's unclear whether they were genuinely ripped off, but the woman waiting to be ripped off now seemed unwilling.

Even the gesture of pushing the menu seemed a bit listless.

A waitress carrying a notepad approached, her voice sharp and delicate, characteristic of women from Hengshi: "What would you two like to order? Our stir-fried beef with yellow peppers and spicy chicken have received many positive reviews. If you prefer something lighter, you could try our steamed sea bass..."

Chen Sizhe raised his hand, his middle finger touching the menu with a light, fleeting motion, and slid it forward, pushing it aside. "A bowl of wontons, please."

"Um... one tomato and egg noodles, please." Wen Dai listlessly pulled her gaze back from the menu in front of Chen Sizhe.

The waitress visibly paused in her hand as she held the order slip. Her thin eyelids fluttered open for a fleeting moment, and her scrutinizing gaze swept quickly over the two of them before she left with her small order slip.

Both of them were dressed in an air of luxury, and the food they ordered was also quite unusual. It was rather peculiar that they would come to a small stir-fry shop to eat wontons and noodles in the middle of the day. After all, right across the street was a breakfast shop that combined wontons and ramen.

Last night, Wen Dai had a dinner at a seven-star hotel that cost over a thousand yuan per person. Today, she had wontons and noodles cooked at a small, down-to-earth restaurant. In a daze, Wen Dai glanced at Chen Sizhe, who was sitting to her side, looking quite composed.